On the ring, Chu Yinfeng retreated and turned around, his skirt swinging out in a beautiful arc, and two strands of hair lightly brushed against his cheek.
"Concession."
The disciple facing Huazong pressed his chest and took three steps back. He took a breath and smiled: "I admire you."
Chu Yinfeng won and stepped off the stage. Many female disciples at the bottom of the steps automatically made way for him and looked at him with starry eyes.
Suddenly, Chu Yinfeng stopped and looked back. A group of people on the high platform were also staring at him.
Even with the backlight, I still can't see my face clearly.
He turned around and left without stopping. We played three games today and he will not play again.
Liuli Zhenren on the high platform was not interested: "It looks good, but it's too small."
Leng Ruo had nothing to say, he said it as if Chu Yinfeng was as old as you and you really knew how to do something. Sooner or later, the people of Chao Huazong will know that the good-looking Liuli Zhenren is just a paper frame and has the courage to do so.
No evil intentions.
Others were even more confused after hearing this. Jin Xin put his face in front of Liuli's face: "Uncle Master, look at me, look at me, do I look good or not?"
Liuli chuckled, pinched his baby meat with both hands, and pulled it to both sides: "It's beautiful, you are so beautiful."
"Liu Li." A faint voice sounded, and Master Lin Yin suddenly appeared: "Let go of my disciple."
Liuli let go and curled her lips boredly: "Senior Brother Lin Yin, you are still so boring. Your apprentice is much more fun than you."
Jin Xin: "Master, why are you here?" Pointing to the ring: "Master, you saw it with your own eyes. We really watched the competition."
Master Lin Yin coughed: "Everyone, go down and disperse."
They can't fly yet, so they can only crawl down backwards, dismantling and putting them away as they go.
After landing on the ground, Lin Yin flicked his apprentice's forehead and glared at them: "Climb so high, I'm afraid others won't see it, why don't you show it to us?"
Do you regret punishing you yesterday?
Jin Xin covered his forehead: "Master, there are too many people in the audience, we can't squeeze them in."
Lin Yin glared at Liuli vaguely, "You are the one who took care of me. The female disciples in the sect can't move when they see a decent one."
Liuli pretended to be out of sight, shook her palace fan and walked away.
"Master, you came to us? What's the matter?" Jin Xin flattered his master, all he needed was a tail wagging behind.
Lin Yin smiled and said: "I came to you and asked you - do you want to fight with the disciples of Xianyin Pavilion or the disciples of Jile Sect?"
Jin Xin was stunned and could no longer wag his tail: "Master, what did you say? Me? Fight?" I don't deserve it.
Xiao Yu's eyes flashed: "Uncle, is this a group battle?"
Lin Yin: "Personal battle."
Xiao Yu was shocked. They? Six-year-old children? What's so good about them?
Xie Tianlin and other older disciples were also shocked: "Master Lin Yin, how come we don't know?"
"Because it was decided just now."
Xie Tianlin subconsciously asked: "Who? Who has sinister intentions? Is it the conspiracy of the Chief of Xianyin Pavilion?"
Lin Yin was speechless: "But when you go on stage to compete, what are you doing with the conspiracy? Anyway, it's just idle time. It's good to watch you kids fight."
"Us?" Xie Tianlin pointed at his nose: "We want it too?"
Lin Yin smiled and said: "Yes, all Meng Xue disciples have to compete."
"This, this, this -"
Everyone looks at it, it’s so ridiculous. Are the adults too busy?
Lin Yin looked at Xiao Yu with profound meaning.
Xiao Rui thumped, thinking of something, right?
When everyone returned to the inner gate, he hurried back to Suihuo Peak.
"Master, you suddenly decided that all the Mongolian disciples would compete. Was it your suggestion?"
Master Di Yuan was holding tea and was sweating profusely when he saw his apprentice walking. The master was shouting so numbly that he completely forgot that they had just had a stalemate and had not yet reconciled.
Suddenly I felt that I was so heartless, my disciple had forgotten that he still remembered me, it was so ungrateful.
He said with a bit of helplessness: "It's not me, I just mentioned it to the sect leader and asked you to go up and practice."
Xiao Yu was puzzled: "That's it? Master goes to find the sect master specifically? If you want, I'll just go up and compete."
Hearing these words, Di Yuan was pleased and relieved. He shook his head: "That's not the case. I was competing with your uncle Qiao Yu. The sect leader happened to see it. The result -"
As a result, the two were fighting fiercely, and Qiao Yu suddenly shouted to stop.
Di Yuan thought something serious had happened, because Qiao Yu suddenly looked very unhappy. He stopped in a hurry and extinguished the flame palm.
He saw Qiao Yu holding a paper crane in his hand, and a sentence came from inside: Master, are you better-looking than Chu Yinfeng?
As soon as these words came out, Qiao Yu's expression was so black and white that it was hard to see.
He laughed at him, looking at him as a good disciple taught by Qiao Yu.
Qiao Yu hit him again without saying a word, and the two hit each other again. As they continued to fight, Qiao Yu shouted to stop again, and Di Yuan extinguished the flame palm again.
In the end, it was still Paper Crane or Hu Nuan: Master, do I have a Taoist heart?
Di Yuan stopped fighting and it was endless. He was afraid that if he tried again he would go crazy and laughed at Qiao Yu: "Your disciple doesn't even know what Taoist heart is. Qiao Yu, Qiao Yu, can you teach your disciple, no?"
Yes, transfer Hu Nuan to my name, at least I will let her know everything she needs to know. She will not have to spend the whole day just looking at this pretty thing and that pretty thing, just like Liuli."
Master Liuli: If you dare to use me as a counterexample, am I afraid of you?
Qiao Yu definitely couldn't bear it and wanted to fight again, but at this moment Yu Liuya suddenly jumped out and startled them both.
Yu Liuya said with a straight face: "Don't you think it's embarrassing to fight when there are outsiders at home?"
Di Yuan suddenly had an idea. His apprentice was arrogant because he had never been beaten by outsiders. He signed up on the spot and asked Xiao Yu to participate in the competition.
Yuliuya agreed and said that Hu Nuan would also participate.
Qiao Yu was not happy.
Yu Liuya turned his head: "If you don't teach her well, you are delaying her, Qiao Yu."
Then the two of them started arguing and arguing, and somehow, all the Mongolian disciples decided to participate in the competition.
Di Yuan innocently spread his hands: "Look, what does it have to do with me?"
Xiao Yu was speechless: "The sect leader is so courageous. But he is not afraid that if we lose, the Chaohua Sect will be embarrassed?"
"It's nothing to be proud of if a group of kids loses in a fight. Being embarrassed is nothing, as long as it allows you to grow up. We adults have no shame and have never endured anything. It's better to be embarrassed now than to be embarrassed and lose your lives in the future."
After Di Yuan finished speaking, his mood suddenly dropped and he patted him on the shoulder: "Yu'er, while you are still young, you have to work hard to make yourself stronger. Master - I hope you can go further and longer."
The palm of his hand slid down from his shoulder. Xiao Yu looked at the master walking away in confusion. He felt a sense of sadness, but he didn't know why.
Everyone tacitly refrained from mentioning Di Yuan's previous apprenticeship, so Xiao Yu had no chance to know. But at this moment, he clearly felt his master's heavy expectations for him, and he didn't want to disappoint his master.
He walked resolutely to the stone wall, took out his small sword, and started practicing.
As for Cai Xiufeng, Hu Nuan had a sad face: "I don't want it, I don't want it, I'm a good boy, and good boys don't fight."
